In lighter news, pitchman Billy Mays died.Shame for his family and all, but less pollution of the airwaves.I just pray that he doesn't linger on as a dead guy in syndication screaming for people to buy Orange Glow, cut-rate health insurace, Miracle Putty. Oxy-Clean for the next 20 years.Maybe it wouldn't hurt to start a rumor that God only gives people so many decibles of shouting in just so much finite time. Then it's time to go.Cut down on obnoxious loud people.

Mays handled his toxic celebrity well, though he expressed absolute confusion that he had become a "Bear" sex symbol to homosexuals.=====================Paul a'Barge - I wouldn't call the buttcrack woman porcine. She has a waist, and her hips are symmetrical with her shoulder breadth.

As for Althouse's famous "men in shorts - ugh!" fetish, it is a harmless dislike, a clever hook that she can bring up at least half the year and with respect to over half the sports men play...

As for female buttcracks, if I hated looking at them, that would take half the fun out of "doggystyle". Can't stand "tramp stamp" tattoos though. Fortunately my wife hates them with a passion, too...though she likes little discrete tattoos. But I have to caution her NEVER to bring up her girlfriends discrete or concealed tattoos - or pubic hair "alterations" - because I will demand details...

Surely it's not the woman with her back to us in the foreground who is referred to as "porcine". She looks like a normal woman to me. This kind of thing makes me wonder about the future of the human race.

“It is the business of these great masters to produce in every age a general misdirection of what may be called sexual ‘taste’. This they do by working through the small circle of popular artists, dressmakers, actresses and advertisers who determine the fashionable type. The aim is to guide each sex away from those members of the other with whom spiritually helpful, happy, and fertile marriages are most likely. Thus we have now for many centuries triumphed over nature to the extent of making certain secondary characteristics of the male (such as the beard) disagreeable to nearly all the females — and there is more in that than you might suppose….”—C. S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters

After all this back and forth, I decided I needed to take a look at the full-sized photo.

Ugh. The grass is mostly clover and plantain. Not that there's anything wrong with clover, but plantain is one of my least favorite weeds. I haven't quite succeeded at eliminating it from my lawn and garden, but I'm getting close.